In my post of August 20th, I left you all in Monet’s gardens at Giverny. Now, hop back into our car and we’ll go on to
Honfleur…
On the day we left Paris to drive to Normandy, we picked up a rental car at the Louvre. Instead of the subcompact “automatique” car we reserved, we were given the only automatique available, a
big roomy Mercedes with an amazing GPS system. This was the second time this has happened to us in France. Sometimes, it pays to not be able to drive a stick.
About an hour after leaving Giverny, we arrived in Honfleur. Our B & B, La Coeur Sainte Catherine (
www.giaglis.com) was originally a
convent for Augustine nuns.
Located on an ancient street, the guest quarters were in a number of small buildings clustered around a flower and fruit-filled courtyard. It was a lovely place to sit and knit.
Since I know someone will ask… our travel companions Karen and Chris found the B&B through
Rick Steves’ PBS travel show.
Our delightful hosts, Madame and Monsieur Giaglis, served breakfast each morning which featured locally baked bread, homemade cake, jam and Normandy butter.
They also served
local hard cider, wine and cheese in the evenings for a couple of Euros extra. We met a family from Chicago who were also staying at the B&B. They owned a yarn shop (
www.knitche.com) in Chicago! How's that for coincidences? They had two musically talented children. One evening, their son gave an
impromptu violin recital. Bravo!
My British cousin Suzanne (far left) and her significant other
Richard (far right) met us in Honfleur. Together, the six of us explored the town.
The harbor is picture perfect.
Saint Catherine’s church is an architectural novelty – constructed by boat builders in the 15th century, its roof resembles a series of upside down ship hulls.
The
Erik Satie museum is odd and interesting. It's like walking into a surrealistic Salvador Dali painting where nothing is what it appears to be. You walk around with a tape machine and headphones and as you go to different parts of each room the music and dialog changes. There's an all white room with a player piano that I could have sat in for days. Ev liked the Art Deco living room-like theater where we watched a filmed performance piece by Satie and his friends.
The carousel is a cotton candy-colored confection.
The portside restaurants are famous for an astonishing array of seafood.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get a photo of the towering constructions known as
“Seafood Assortment Plates.” These plates can be ordered in various sizes – all tall – and often come topped with
whimsically positioned crabs or shrimp. Use your imagination!
On our second day in Normandy, the three men took off at dawn for a tour of the D-Day Beaches and the
American Cemetery.
Karen, Suzanne and I got a later start. We hiked up a steep hill that overlooks the town, admired the
hollyhocks in frontyard gardens, and visited the
Chapelle de Notre Dame-de-Grâce, a tiny church unusually adorned with model wooden boats.
Before heading back down, we stumbled on a charming Farm Hotel and restaurant called
La Ferme Du Cour. Despite the threat of rain we had lunch in the garden. In my opinion, this was the best meal of the trip—and the guys missed it!
The rain held off until it was time to walk back down the steep hill.
The next day, we drove
back to Paris and checked back into Hotel Claude Bernard.
For our last evening in France, Ev and I did something typically
Old World French and attended a chamber music concert at
Eglise Saint Julien Le Pauvre. Dating from the 13th century, St Julien is one of the oldest sanctuaries in Paris.
After the concert, we did something typically
New World French and had dinner at a
Tibetan restaurant. At about 10pm, we
met up with Karen and Chris and went cafe hopping.
We also stopped in at
Shakespeare & Company. More than a book store, this Paris institution was THE place to see and be seen during the 20s-40s when Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and James Joyce hung out there.
Speaking of landmarks... we ended the evening at
Cafe Panis on Quai Montebello directly across from Notre Dame. As Edith Piaf warbled so beautifully,
Je reviens!
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